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Dialect
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deep snow
from the back of the house
she only sings the chorus |
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new neighbors —
with a lot to say
their dog |
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back from New York
my bayou rhythms
normal again |
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buttering beans —
trying to find the words
to make them taste |
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with each call
the cuckoo
melts the snow |
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Roots —
sad motherly songs
wait for me on the doorstep |
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names of lovers
carved in a whale's rib . . .
tides of spring |
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first light
a bird stretches itself
into song |
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spring snow . . .
whispering into
the horse's ear |
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On the gravestone,
remains of candles and lilies —
no name to read |
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culling figs
mother and son
speaking again |
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whenever green days
come to me
the frog in me sings |
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cumulus clouds...
voices of berry pickers
drift across the field |
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scent of rain —
the paper thrill of
a paper crane |
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in the rhythm
of my lost summer
a Ferris wheel moves up |
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Summer moon...
a man spraying graffiti
on a building wall |
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big rain drops
the hollow sound
of ripe melons |
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we learn her name —
the girl in the ocean
out too far |
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With fingers I ruffle
the grass after me —
green pauses |
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crashing surf
expatriates
argue on the sea wall |
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frogs croak
in the shallows
tambourines |
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Grandmother's tomb —
a tree frog sits
on her carved name |
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a lone black wolf bays at the
hunter's moon |
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between gusts
the sound of a rake
gathering thoughts |
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the dog's bark
runs away from it —
bitter cold |
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bushfire moon . . .
the calligraphy
of charred trees |
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AIDS monument
winter rain
on a new name |
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morning star
the chained dog
still barking |
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names of the dead —
shadows dance across
the pavement |
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fog
long after our goodbyes
his ghost story lingers |
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still morning
the soft sonar
of cedar waxwings |
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Credits
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deep snow (Patrick Sweeney, 4:4)
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new neighbors — (Tom Clausen, 1:4)
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back from New York (C. Colon, 1:4)
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buttering beans — (C. Gourlay, 1:6)
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with each call (Gabriel Rosenstock, 2:6)
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Roots — (Lilia Racheva, 5:1)
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names of lovers (Michael McClintock, 4:1)
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first light (Yvonne Cabalona, 4:2)
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spring snow . . . (Scott Metz, 3:1)
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On the gravestone, (A. Beça, 1:5)
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culling figs (Roberta Beary, 5:4)
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whenever green days (Amy Nawrocki, 4:3)
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cumulus clouds... (Irene Golas, 3:4)
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scent of rain — (Marili Deandrea, 2:6)
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in the rhythm (Fay Aoyagi, 5:1)
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Summer moon... (Jack Galmitz, 3:3)
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big rain drops (Chad Lee Robinson, 2:6)
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we learn her name — (Scott Metz, 3:1)
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With fingers I ruffle (Iliana Ilieva, 4:4)
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crashing surf (Marian Olson, 3:2)
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frogs croak (L. Teresa Church, 5:3)
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Grandmother's tomb — (Miyako Yamada, 2:6)
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a lone black wolf (Johnye Strickland, 2:6)
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between gusts (b'oki, 1:6)
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the dog's bark (Irene Golas, 3:4)
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bushfire moon . . . (Lorin Ford, 4:1)
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AIDS monument (Francis Masat, 5:1)
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morning star (Jared Carter, 6:4)
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names of the dead — (K. Ryan, 1:6)
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fog (Francis Alexander, 6:1)
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the soft sonar (Susan Delphine Delaney, 6:4)
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